OP Prompt: 
>Twilight Sparkle, I haven't heard that name in a while. You do know that I was only playing a part on a show, right? I'm not really a princess just an actress. anyway, can I take your order?

Anonymous followup:
>she still wore the wings years after the show ended, hoping that someone would recognize her
>nobody ever did
>not until (You) came in one day
>but she is now full of remorse about the wrong direction she believes her career has gone since the show ended
>and she has grown cynical towards acting in general
do you think you could bring the spark back into her life, Anon?

"So none of it was real? Celestia never groomed you into becoming a princess? You don't have an adopted dragon kid? Is your name even Twilight?"
>She grows more and more annoyed with every question, the feather held in her magical grasp snapping from the tension.
>"If it was real, I wouldn't be working two jobs just to make ends meet!"
"What about those?"
>You point at her cosmetic wings on each side of her. 
>Though not one pegasi has let you touch their wings with your weird monkey hands, those look very much real.
>"Those- Ah, you see-"
>Her cheeks gain some pink as she stumbles upon her words.
>You can't help but see that mare from the show you watched back on earth. Even if she never existed, Twilight's actress is just as cute in real life
>That is, until she throws her notepad on your face and storms off.
>"Either order something or just go! Nopony cares about that show anymore!"
>You wait for her to return, completely forgetting about your hunger. You just want to talk to purple smart again.
>Eventually she comes back into the diner, smelling like cigarettes and with a windswept mane.
>She walks to your table and telekinetically grabs her notepad and pen, not even looking at you as she talks
>"Did you figure out what you want to order or are you just gonna be a nuisance until the end of my shift?"
"I'll have the daisy panini without the daisies, some fizzleberry soda and, I'd also like to know if you love hayburgers out of the show too?"
>She writes down your order and stops to think about your last request. Scoffing and rolling her eyes before sizing you up
>"Is that supposed to be a bribe or a pick up line?"
"Half and half, I'd say. At what time do you clock out?"
>She shakes her head with a smirk on her face, even laughing a little. Though you're not sure if it's directed at you or at your poor attempt at hitting on her
>"Finish your meal and I'll tell my boss I'm out for lunch break. And you get five questions only, so think them through, kid."
>She leaves to put your order on queue and tend to what few customers are in the diner at this hour. There's a spring to her step that she didn't had before.
>She's still just as cute as the mare you watched on tv.

>You think of a few questions to ask her as you eat your meal. What meeting the princess was like, if there's anything that carried over from the show to her life, did she form any friendships with any of the mares, if those wings are actually real or not.
>But since she's only letting you have a few, you'll just have to start small and work your way from there. 
>She shoots you curious glances whenever she trots by on the way to service other customers around the diner, only addressing you properly once you've finished your meal and pay for it.
>"Alright, meet me outside and we'll start with that interview. And I hope you still have bits on you because I'm feeling a double hayburger."
>She disappears through the double doors leading further into the diner, though you see her shooting you a smile as the doors close behind her.
>You wait outside the diner for a bit, counting just how much money you still have on you. Eh, it should be enough to treat her, provided she's not as gluttonous as her princess counterpart.
>Twilight walks up to you and clears her throat, wearing a windbreaker jacket on top of her waitress outfit and looking absolutely adorable with it. You note how even though her wings can't be real, the jacket has openings for them just like usual pegasi clothing does.
>"Hey big guy, my eyes are over here. Now are we getting some hayburgers or not?" She comments angrily, catching you staring at her wings.
"Right. So then.." 
>As you begin walking, you realize you forgot any questions you would've started with. Can't be anything about her wings, she'd hate that.
>The longer you take to think of something, the more you can feel her impatient stare burning the side of your skull.
"Did you actually get to meet Princess Celestia?"
>She nods her head and relaxes her frown as she speaks "Yeah, the show was kind of her idea. She thought it'd be a great watch for her little ponies to learn lessons and hopefully become functional members of Equestria." She pauses for a second, only to chuckle and shake her head at once "Load of horseradish that was, by Season 3 we all knew it was mostly propaganda."
"No kidding? And were you all okay with being used for it?"
>She shrugs and looks up at you for a second, having to crane her head up to make eye contact "It was a job. It paid really well and none of us were about to quit on the Princesses just because we didn't agree with their ideas." Speaking just low enough for you to hear, and no one else, she adds "Though Applejack really did get on their nerves around Season 6"
"It sounds like it was fun, I mean. Sure maybe it wasn't real but, you were so cheery all the time."
>Your words seem to sting her deep. She doesn't reply for a few seconds as she stares forward, reminiscing. "Yeah, it was fun."
"Twilight? Are you okay? Actually, is that even your real name? I don't know what to call you"
>Once she snaps back to reality, she rolls her eyes at you "I'll be kind to you since you already asked that question. Yes, my name is Twilight Sparkle. Yes, all of the girls from the show used their real names. But that's as far as the connection goes. I don't have a library OR a castle. No, Spike isn't my adopted son and.. what was that last one? Groomed by Celestia?"
"Something like that, yeah. I should have three questions left, right?" 
>"Two, I answered a lot just now so I'll count it as one." Her smile full of smugness mocks you as she enters the local McSeabiscuit hayburger chain.
>The confidence you had in being able to treat her crashes and burns as she drains you down to three bits. Her order so large you're told to take a seat and wait as it'll take the entire kitchen staff to focus on it to have it done before her lunch break ends.
>And after having ordered what would be enough to feed an orphanage for three days, she still has the gall to sit there and bat her eyelashes at you all cutely. >"Thank you so much for that! I haven't been here for a bit, so I was feeling a tad peckish."
"I thought the connections ended with sharing names with your character." You try to snark her, but it's clear from her smirk that she has you cornered,
>"Well, there's a couple things I added to princess Twilight that I actually like! Like reading, stargazing and-"
"And having wings?"
>Your rude interruption wipes that smirk off her face and has her flushing for a second, before she resumes her bratty attitude and scoffs at you. "Yeah, and that. Why are you so fixated on them? It's not like it's so weird to get a perm nowadays." Her volume is low, almost as if she's trying to convince herself of her own words.
"Because you didn't had them when the show first started? Seriously, it was such a big moment! You were crowned a princess. You became an alicorn! Are you telling me that they had this planned since the beginning?"
>As you go on, she has this look on her face like she's planning to snap you like a twig with her telekinesis. But right as you're sure her boiling anger is gonna erupt, she lets out a sob and a sniff.
>"I just wanted to look like her. She was so cool all the time while on set, and I, I thought I'd look cool too," She continues even as she breaks down more "They had to rewrite some stuff to make it look planned, but Celestia never looked at me the same way."
>You feel like utter shit for driving her to tears, and it only gets worse when her order arrives and she starts absolutely devouring it. Eating her feelings as tears roll down her cheeks. Her face struggling between utter bliss from the hayburgers and self pity at her situation.
>You awkwardly reach to pet her back as she eats, trying to comfort her as she tears into the greasy offerings in front of her. 
>She wipes a few tears away and speaks with her mouth half-full of carrot tots, "And for what? Do you know how hard it is to get hired as an actress who can only play alicorns? When the show ended, all the girls had roles waiting for them! You know what I got?"
>You shake your head at the rhetorical question, scared to even open your mouth. 
>"A basket of treats! I didn't even get to play myself in the final scenes of the show! That's just Celestia with a palette-swap spell!"
>She digs back into her meal, each bite messier than the last. But she seems to finally start calming down as she reaches the halfway point of the order. Her lunch break must've ended a few hayburgers ago.
"And that's how you ended up working at the diner? Did your agent never find you anything else to act on?"
>She shakes her head and pushes the rest of her meal away. "She apparently dropped my contract after I got my wings. I only found out after the show ended, 'career suicide' was how she put it."
>She looks at the remaining of her ridiculous order and hangs her head low, "I had so much to give. I loved singing and, I just wished I hadn't thrown it all away on a shitty show for little foals."
>You reach over and gently pet her head. You don't want to make her uncomfortable so you're a bit cautious, but once she leans into your touch, you shimmy closer to her and properly stroke her mane.
"I liked that show for little foals. And a lot of it was thanks to you."
>"You're probably the only one. No one has bothered me about that show for years." She leans her head against you and lets out a long sigh. "But, thank you."
>She half-cuddles you for a few moments before chuckling and pulling herself away from you, "Hey, that was more than five questions, you owe me another date. You hear?" 
"Date? I thought you said this was an interview."
>"You paid for my lunch, heard me vent and gave me pets. By all accounts this is more action I've seen in years." There's the slightest hint of seduction from her part that has you flushing from how forward she is being. Which is only reinforced when her eyes size you up once again. "So, does tomorrow night sounds good?"
>You feel like you're treading in dangerous territory. Like a prey being hunted. But unlike equines, you lack the critical instinct to run away from anything that immediately threatens you like this.
"Sure. Pick you up at work?"
>And like the brainless monkey you are, you fall for her trap.